Naerin pulled his hand back and looked down at Siana. She was pale, there was no color under her skin and that worried him enormously. She was going to sleep for at least a day, and in that time, he could cook something warm and restorative for her and check to be sure that the cafe was shut down properly. He needed his pot anyway, especially if he was going to cook for her so that she would recover. He tucked her in, smoothing the strands of hair back from her forehead and headed back into ...